To place the brown stick within ones mouth <br />To inhale the sticky smog <br />To make pretty lips, become burnt, crusted <br />When it enters the cave on your face <br />Do you know what you are doing? <br />Sure it’s fun at the time <br />With your mates and all <br />But how many years have you taken away from yourself <br />How much of your life will you never see? <br />Don’t forget the side affects… <br />The stagnant touch upon ones tongue <br />The swamp like taste <br />The urge to cough, splutter, spit. <br />It goes away, but was it really all that enjoyable <br />Would you do it again, and why? <br />It doesn’t even make you high <br />And do you even know what’s in it? <br />The cold lung cancer <br />The strike of strokes <br />The smokers cough, yellow eyes <br />Bad breath and unbelievable abuse <br />That fag.<br /><br />Stephen Beckett<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/that-fag/
